This is a song about "No home"

You think life's nice and make money at home sipping coke no

You get your girl for something tight tomorrow

I don't need to see their faces when i've finally blown,

Constant paranoid thinking. i was always alone , no love at home.

They're telling you too go home

Put my number in your phone

Be shy when we're all alone

Asshole flowers, going home

I thought van-city was home

You left your nigga on his own

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

Cuz you lost your home. and your all alone, with just no-where

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

You're no rap genius, so go home to your planet venus